This is my sixth fic on this site and I'm so ecstatic! I finally did six, that's so many (to me)! Anyway, this fic is more extraordinary than any of the others. Why? This story line is unique and special to me; very special. So a certain thanks are in order!

Dedication: This fic is for you (and you know who you are!). It's dedicated to what we went through to get ourselves to how we are now! It's a retelling of our story in FE version like you thought of (good idea BTW). I just ran with it! In this fic we each have a character portraying our persons and acting (almost!) like we did. I did my best at least! So you-know-who-you-are, you're the best-est friend ever and you mean so much to me! Thanks again for forgiving me when things got rough, REAL rough! The course of true love never ran smooth is nothing compared to the course of true friendship (hehe)!

Read and review please! If you want to at least…reviews will make me want to continue this story…

Desperate, Aren't We?

There he is! She thought frantically and excitedly. He's coming this way!

Leap (over mounds of sand), slip (over a large rock), fall (over the large rock), SPLAT (into wet sand). Ouch.

The teal haired girl sat up miserably, wiping grainy grime from her porcelain face. Sandy sludge slid into her pursed mouth and she spat it out distastefully. After all, sand sludge can't taste that well.

"S-Sister!" Florina cried as she scurried to her side, worry making the timid girl stutter more than her usual. "A-Are you alright? I saw you f-fall and I didn't know w-what to do—"

"I am fine, Florina. There is nothing to worry about. Just a few scrapes is all." Fiora said exasperatedly. Unbeknownst to her younger sister, Fiora was often tired of her nervous nature. It got on one's nerves when you heard it enough. And Fiora heard it plenty. She is her sister but nonetheless it was wearisome.

Florina bobbed her head up and down and tried to help her fallen sister up just as the garnet haired cavalier strode by with the lavender topped tactician. Kent! Fiora could almost scream. Fiora stood up suddenly and tried scraping all the dirt and sand that was drying to her skin giving it a scaly look. He's going to see me like this! Fiora thought frenetically.

Florina tried to understand why her normally composed sister was acting so…unlike herself. Fiora was not one to fluster easily, that was purely Florina's domain and she knew it. In a nut shell, Florina was baffled.

Fiora's desperate attempt at cleaning herself off had no effect whatsoever; poor her. The young commander of Caelin's knights didn't even look her way. Not even a glance. His gaze was fixated on the young tactician who was busily explaining some sort of battle strategy to him. Kent is, after all, a man of duty, day in and day out.

"…Do you see? Our offensive measures in all our battles are weak! Our defense, yes, is formidable. But many of our battles can be won quicker and with fewer grievances to our troops. And that is an immediate and pressing ambition of mine. I shan't have anyone endure severe injuries while I am here. So an offensive strategy…" Raine's words faded off into the distance like Kent's crimson retreating figure. Fiora watched Kent stride away longingly, wishing furiously that he'd notice her. What do I have to do just to have him know I exist? He probably doesn't even know I am part of this company! Fiora thought glumly. What is it going to take? The question is not that however, it is more like: how far is she willing to go?

"Sister?" Florina asked meekly. Her older sister turned to her, trying to reign in her dejected feelings. Her crush did just walk by her, that hurts. She gritted her teeth as she responded with a forced calm.

"Yes, Florina?" The lavender haired knight looked at her sibling; feeling intimidated and quickly clammed up. Florina contemplated her sister's weird behavior. What is troubling Fiora? She is acting so strange of the late…is she mad at me? Did I do something to anger, Sister? I don't think I did. But maybe she is annoyed with me! The mere thought had Florina paralyzed.

Fiora watched Florina freeze up. She gazed her at sister with a questioning glance. What's wrong with Florina this time? Fiora couldn't help speculating. Isn't that ironic…both sisters wondering why each is acting strange. It's the nature of relatives, especially sisters.

"Y-You are m-mad at m-me, aren't you!" Florina cried, tears already spilling down her cheeks. The small girl was now shaking with raking sobs while her sister looked on, confused and startled. Even all those other hysterical acts didn't prepare her for this sobbing fit.

"W-What? Florina, what are you talking about? I'm not mad at you, I promise! What would give you that idea?" Fiora asked even though she knew full well that it didn't take much to upset her sister. You could walk by and wave but not say, "Hello!" or "How are you, Sister?" That alone could send Florina into her hysterics. Fiora sighed. Here we go again, another one of Florina's acts. When will she out grow this childish behavior? Perhaps if you didn't dote on your sister so much, we wouldn't have this problem!

"Florina…calm down. I am not mad at you in the least. You do believe me, don't you?" Fiora coaxed her. Florina didn't buy it. And she shouldn't, would you?

"Y-Yes you are!" she blubbered on. Tears seeped into her white uniform turning it semi-see-through. It was times like these Fiora asked herself what turned her younger sister to this. Uh, maybe…yourself? It's certainly not my example, Fiora thought proudly. Maybe she had this effect on Florina… Florina wailed until Fiora found she couldn't take it any longer. High pitched screams aren't precisely fun to hear or witness. Fiora was about to have it out with her until she heard a familiar voice; one that filled her head before she went to sleep.

"Florina, are you okay?" Fiora turned around to see the object of her affections, staring at her intensely. Ooh, he's staring at me! Does he think I'm attractive? Fiora pondered frivolously. Fiora is a girl after all, girls think these superficial thoughts. Florina whimpered in the background and Kent's gaze softened as he looked to the meeker sister. This must be hard on Florina. She is a naturally shy woman, not to mention afraid of half the camp! I wonder who this lady is beside her… They do resemble each other a bit and I heard that Florina's sister was in company with us. Could this be her? Then why is her sister making Florina cry so horribly? Quite un-sister like I should think!

"Lady Florina, what happened?" Kent inquired of the shaking girl. Florina just whimpered like a hurt puppy in response. Maybe if I stay quiet, they'll forget I'm here! She hoped. Fiora spoke up instead. "She's fine! Uh, she fell and scraped herself on the gravel. That's all!" Kent wasn't convinced. As you can tell, Fiora is not the best liar.

"If you ask me, it looks as if you are the one who fell." Kent retorted lightly. Fiora realized that there she was, practically bathed in dirt and sand. A rose blush crept into her grainy covered cheeks. Florina's sister is a bit strange… Not too quick really and easily flustered like her sister, Kent thought. Isn't it weird how first impressions can end up so twisted?

"Anyway, Lady Florina…and milady," He doesn't know my name! Fiora could have cried right there. And could have whined too, but then she'd be no better than the sister she chastised. And maybe she isn't.

"We have been surrounded by enemy soldiers and you are needed to fight this battle. Raine is over by the lords giving out instructions. Florina…are you equipped for this fray or not? Do I have to alert Raine to allow your—"

"No!" Fiora shouted in the middle of Kent's sentence. Kent looked a bit annoyed at her outbreak. Dull, troubled easily, and now rude. It's a wonder no one in this company has complained of her yet! Kent couldn't help thinking. Good thing Fiora's not psychic because that remark could have hurt! Fiora's presence was really grating on his last nerve. He comes to do his duty finding a comrade-in-arms crying and an ill-mannered woman who doesn't seem to know up from down. Not the greatest first impression ever made.

"Excuse me?" It was one thing for Florina to be a little shy and unsocial. Fiora herself wasn't much of a social butterfly. As for shy, she has had her moments. And probably much more than most think of her, but to shirk your duty as a knight or mercenary? Completely and utterly preposterous in Fiora's books as well as entirely intolerable. And Fiora will have none of it because as Kent is Mr. Duty, Fiora is Ms. Dutiful.

"Florina is fine." Fiora answered confidently while Florina sniffled. Kent wore a monotonous mask of neutrality over the broil of emotions clashing behind. Being in Fiora's presence was tiresome to the normally tolerant knight.

"May Florina answer for herself, for once?" Kent said, struggling to keep his anger out of hearing. Florina sobbed on in the background. Now Sister will be really angry at me! Sir Kent is now yelling at Fiora and she will blame me. I know it! This is all my fault! I should just, give up being a knight! The sensible part of the timid girl's mind mentally slapped her. Stop your whining! Just answer the cavalier already and get on with the battle! Fiora won't be mad at you, she's never really mad at you. And you know that! So quit crying and say something!

"I-I am f-fine, Sir K-Kent. I can fight." Florina mumbled. Her long due answer seemed to suffice for Kent nodded. Or maybe he just wanted to get out of there quicker, Fiora's not one he probably wants to see any time soon!

"Follow me then, the battle is just about to begin." The devoted knight strode back to his liege with strength and grace. His reddish hair danced with the wind and his scarlet armor shone with bright ferocity. Fiora gazed on…desperately.

The Winged Lance made up her mind, then and there. She would no longer be neglected, ignored, or unknown. He will know who she is. He will learn to like her. He will not ever walk by again without saying hello. Or call out something else… Fiora's mind is now set in stone. It is now all about when, where…and how.

But 'how' doesn't really matter because the end justifies the means…

Thank you, Mr. Machiavelli! Hehe. If anyone knows who he is then you get a cookie! Anyway, that's chapter one! Hope you readers liked it! Please review! It really helps to get reviews…plus if this sucked I'd like you to tell me. Seriously. Not even joking here. So…go on, click on the 'review' button! Go on! I don't bite. :P And you-know-who, be brutal! I want to know what you think!